So, there I wasn't. (Who am I? This is real?)
Felt like a self haunt. (What's a self? I can feel?)
Unnamed and untrained, in dimensions untamed,
Incessantly asking and asking.
Experiencing non-self as an emptied vessel.
Like a spell interrupted mid-casting.
Then she spoke. (Come with me.)
A mercurial sea rose up in my spirit's die-casting.
(But, I've always been here...) Twas a feeling so clear.
We come and we go, everlasting.
Then I woke. (From a dream?)
From one toke, it would seem.
My memory fading and crashing.
But that feeling persists. It would not be dismissed.
We come and we go, everlasting.